If you follow music, you know that today marks the death anniversaries of Kurt Cobain and Layne Staley… But really, does anyone actually know when they were born (without looking at Wikipedia or Googling it)? This brings me to my deep thought of the day.
How come we put more emphasis on a day somebody died than when somebody was born… at least with famous people – musicians in this case? Why should we celebrate their death? Shouldn’t we celebrate their lives? Unless you really couldn’t stand them and thought they were scrotum sucking dick farmers, then you can forget the dates of birth and death altogether, and go about your day as planned.
But still, why do emphasize the day somebody died in general but not the life they lived before it? Or appreciate that person’s presence before they died. That might be going a little too deep, but you get my point.
And that is my thought for today. Or at least the first of many.